The Master tell

the trio lay..
Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
As day broke returned, to a mistress: he must obey
For might of master, it might waste away.
Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
If what he's hunting, is blind to his hypno way
So all fear night falls calls, for the shall pass away
Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
As day broke returned, to a mistress: he must obey.
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Sonnet'ed version.

Alive at night the master slumpens, by the day
When nights shadow falls, he's up in air and flying
Daybreak return he to Mistress: he must obey
For might of master, it might surpass her passing.

When what he's hunting, is blind to hypnotising
sharp ears are deafened, to all uttered by victims
whilst sharp incisor teeth, in soft white necks attaching
Taking sustenance from blood, to feed addiction

of Mistress she to eat, from vein at break of day
So all fear night falls calls, for they mark his coming
Then so not to blaze away, when Sun rises next day
Retired master spends his day in black thorn coffin.

me

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a dream can be

Outline: part of study of fear, the rythmn need a couple of read through's
a sort of clipped staccatto rythmns best sort to use
try like a chant

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A scream can seem, to be obscene,
a dream.... or just a whimpered cry,
A cry..it seems...,
when heard within, our dreams
or danger do we spy,..Yea
and whimpered afore we die,

But yet.... you get,..... or let,
beget
one just and only chance,

I'll say.....one day..., someway
you'll say.....,regrets......, forget,
or let, them ever lay in debt.
So let or ....fetch them back
from out side to within.

Then my freind.. begin to borrow steal or
blend..again the pain..the stain..ingrained
When the ends of memories all are siezed,
you'll then remember all achieved.

Fears and doubts, for now, revealed,
spilled out with out a shout..or scream..
it seems..the scheme or dream of care..is rare
so unfair.

Its darkness black as as night..
so bright that light, is lost within in its sight,..
so right..in fright that all is screened with themes...
its seems...

You will find, ....that kind,
of lack of normal, Sight, So`right
You might,.... delight
In teasing fate, to late..its death,
thats left...bereft,..yet so get...,
Reliving all your dreams.

Tomorrows..sorrows..are here today it seemss
poor cow.. how now ....never will it,
ever go away,
To some, one day.. I say
Some ones bound to say,...
Okay ,one wa..y
He was.
A very well liked lad,... not bad,...
..but sad,
all cracked up..insid......e his embittered head,
was led...And bled... by thoughts...
his dark side said were true,
all wrong so wrong.. hidden deep far to long
also twisted corkscrew true, just like.
His broken heart,..
apart and all shriveled up inside.

The dark,... Side was now his only view,....
Some knew, the pathway that he trod,
A plod, the sod was deep and stuck like glue...
he knew his view. But ....Uncertain of what comes next,
the text, infects....All of those who read,

We need... the seed ,... the few..Who knew .
A new review for sheep the lamb the Ram,
Now dammed ...A life reserved ,to die.
I’ll try..to cry and why rely on that mystic chant,
recant,to late,
I’ve gone and, sealed my fate.


The way ,heard say... .
is marked out plain and well,
By candle book and bell,

I’ll tell..you now..just how...
To show and tell,them all..the call..for more,
They say, is just as true today..so hey..
I'll stay..today, tomorrow be on my way,
..come on..do wrong don't be long, its gone
and come undone, my son my song..
Has gone far too long,
on a pathway straight to Hell,...

Do tell, me How, the bell,
That ringing in my ears,...The tears,...
Of fears, of Burning for all time ..
The crime, was now't..but doubt,
about..that true love was that unkind we find ...

the blind are near sighted to the extreme,
the theme is dreams of eternal life

Vocal Call

The voices whispered come back to black.
Choices left meant cold water led . . .
into the fires of hell.
Torment of inferno
not flame of emotional freedom from care.

My head was there once.
Not so long ago it was just so . . .
unbelievable magical fantasy.

Tragedy is so deceivingly sad.
Simple truth is often unsaid
for fear of upsetting . . .
rest of the dead.

Those thoughts that you knew
would be so invigorating.
Been waiting a lifetime
for chance to be heard . . .

by someone that's listening!

Showing recognition in eyes brightly sparkling;
charming the smile-whitening teeth;
hinting at passion that lay waiting beneath.

That was then and this is the now;
fast in approaching decent into hell.

Seconds tick over so incredibly slow . . .
on the watch every third movement
heightens the shock.

Shadow's cold glow lands heavy in head
creating the moment just before death.

Ode too O

To cup, too caress comfort: so too press the flesh beneath fingers,
To linger on dimples pulsating pores with soft moist lips will I salve
while under the spell, of scents on wind blew, its warm and exciting
my insides are lighten-ing, its rather like well E should I say will she,
feel that I'm taking more than I ever could chew.

Again my plans all trembly hand's
.....```````````........to approach those ivory white
.....````````````````````````````````````........delicate orbs
........to cup to caress comfort to so press the flesh beneath fingers


to find space: beneath lace a delightful place
and that fine finery finally
removed .......````......smooth slip and discard it .

With lips A sweat..... with anticipation place soft kisses.....................X.......X.........


whispering at you right into the heart of you or the start of you
.....```````````````....```...... Elephant juices .............
...........`````````````...`..as an elephant uses matriarchal memories

Those that have seen what has been and what can come

.........when the kiss of sun shone on spring day then favoured the brave
............And I will savour these, and those that you gave
As we laid side by side , apart yet together, me tethered

Recalling of smells from yesterdays sails Of chemise as it fell .
Again my hands those trembly hands
.....```````````........Arose to approach those ivory white
.....````````````````````````````````````........Orbs absorbed with the thought

A soliloquy

We are old now, and in
These golden years, fears end ,
Gone the intimacies of our youth,
plucked from our hearts.

Whilst we were waiting
for the main event to start,

With the passing of time,are those
Imprinted impressions repressed

By times passing haunt us;envelopes all
Like the mist rolling in from, the
Moors of misfortune around us ,
within us, and without…sides

Age like memories;old or renewed
are with us for the rest of our life,
Having loved lost or listened ,
where bye some will have,
Never loved at all, and
In reminiscing ,regrets
we forget sometimes

Along with hopes ambitions
we now cherish all the tomorrows
The day after their passing,
for as each new one begins we,
Who are still thinking can remember ,
Those that we want to,
These days seem to be full of thoughts,
sought to bring back.

Those days when the sun shone ,
All day .
Now the extra warmth would be
Accepted ,
For the lonely are colder
than those laid out graves.

Those memories we all have
waking night mares, when
Chills run down backs,
our vertibraic stairs;glass eyed glares

Transfixed, like cods on a slab ,
voices long dead, again
We refrain from turning our heads,
For fear of seeing our friends all in black,
Waiting

So each night afore we sleep and eyes
mouth shut :doze velarize clucking
Comfy chair vacant stare:conteplating
Evening paper:looking choocking

For the births lasts epitaphs
or who has just took on
Been taken , wrote by those forsaken,
Will we see our names there…….. .